The Pale Tower
The letter from the Guild arrived in a envelope of heavy, cream-colored stock, the wax seal broken by the same hand that had delivered it, and Elias Thorne read the words *structural instability* three times before the meaning settled into his bones like a chill that would not leave. He was forty-five years old, a stonecutter of thirty years’ service, and the letter stated clearly that his...
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